Yesterday being a beautiful, sunny August day, I went to my library of choice. To my delight, a book I wasn’t expecting to be there (it was supposed to be at another branch, which was closed) was on the shelf! I consider this to be a harbinger of the week to come, which promises to be full of all sorts of dumb stuff to look forward to, as follows:
Monday: CiCi’s Pizza opens its local branch! I love CiCi’s Pizza. It’s tasty, and it’s cheap. With the new branch, instead of having to drive 30 minutes to satisfy my pizza lust, I will have only a ten-minute drive. So for dinner Monday, I will be treating myself to a medium sausage. The Son and maybe the Husband will probably also have some. The Daughter does not appreciate CiCi’s Pizza. (A demon seed?)
Tuesday: Philippa Gregory’s The White Queen goes on sale! If what I’ve heard and read from various sources is true, this will not be a model of historical accuracy, but as a diehard Woodvillian, I’m looking forward to it nonetheless. For one thing, Elizabeth Woodville seems to be portrayed reasonably sympathetically, which is a plus, though I could do without what appears to be her ability to influence the weather.
Wednesday: “Top Chef” starts its new season. (For those who aren’t familiar with it, this is a show where chefs compete for a prize, with one being eliminated from competition each week.) I hate to cook, and everyone on this show would probably be appalled by my fast-food tastes. I nonetheless thoroughly enjoy “Top Chef.” Go figure.
Thursday: “Project Runway” starts its new season. (This is a show where fashion designers compete for a prize, with one being eliminated from competition each week.) I can’t sew, but I do like to wear clothes, though the very stylish host, Tim Gunn, would probably have a coronary if he saw the bathrobe that I am wearing as I type this blog post.
Friday: Finishing up The White Queen while munching on my second CiCi’s Pizza of the week. Or maybe my third. It’s important to help the local economy, you know.
Saturday: Birthday dinner for my grown niece. I am expected to bring dinner for the kiddies. Guess what I’ll be bringing?
Sunday: Probably a trip to the gym to work out all of that CiCi’s Pizza.